ALESSANDRO
I yelled crouching down to Cassandra's body, I took off my blazer and pressed it against her wound trying to stop
as much blood flowing out as possible.
Lynn hid the kids under the coffee table and sprung into action; although she didn't want any part of this mafia life, she still knew how to kill and defend her own.
I heard gunshots outside where Lynn was, hopefully, that motherfucker was getting what he deserved.
Cassandra was barely opening her eyes, but her hand was clinging to my arm and squeezing it.
"I'm so sorry, Cassandra." A tear trickled from my eye, looking down on my beautiful wife.